"My man is calling me," Adrian said, standing up and smoothing down his clothes. "I have to go see what he needs. I’ll be back soon."

Adrian walked out of the room with his phone in hand, leaving Frank and Charles alone to continue their conversation.

The moment the door clicked shut behind Adrian, Frank immediately turned toward Charles, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Alright," he said excitedly. "Tell me more. I want to hear everything."

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands before looking up at his friend. "God, Frank... there’s something I need to tell you."

Frank immediately looked at him curiously. "I’m listening."

"Frank, I swear, Mark smells so fucking nice," Charles said, throwing his hands up in frustration. "He smells like pure wealth. Anytime I stand next to him, I feel like eating him raw. And when we were sitting in the back of that car today? My mind was thinking about a lot of dirty stuff."

Frank covered his face while laughing.

"Normally, if it was in the past, I wouldn’t care," Charles admitted, "I would just fuck him, get it over with, and move on. But I want this guy all to myself. Yet my instincts keep screaming to fuck him and get it out of my system! I really want a serious relationship with him, but honestly? I just want to devour him. It’s driving me crazy, Frank. I seriously need help."

Charles sighed, running a hand over his face. "But he’s taking things so slowly, and it is giving me a massive headache. Oh my goodness."

Frank burst out laughing, throwing a pillow at him. "Hey, chill out, man! I’m telling you to calm down. That is exactly why we are locking him down as your boyfriend. You have to stay cool and pace yourself."

Charles nodded, a frustrated but happy smile on his face. "Yes, I know. I’m doing it. Trust me, I am trying my best."

"Frank, seriously, that man has completely awakened every single craving inside me," Charles complained. "Ever since I started chasing after Mark, I haven’t even been with anyone, and now my whole body is suffering because of it."

Frank laughed harder this time.

Charles dragged both hands through his hair frustratingly.

"I’m not joking," he groaned. "Right now, once we get back home, if Daniel comes around, I swear I’ll fuck the hell out of him just to get this frustration out of my system."

Frank nearly fell off the bed laughing.

Charles pointed at him immediately.

"Don’t laugh! I’m being serious."

Then he dropped backward onto the bed dramatically. "I’d just close my eyes and picture Mark the entire time I’m fucking Daniel," he groaned. "And that would be the last time I ever do something like that."

Frank was laughing so hard he could barely breathe at that point. "You dare not do that," Frank said between laughs.

But Charles only groaned louder.

"Yes, I know. It’s just... Mark won’t even touch me yet," he murmured. "We’re not even close to that stage, and my body is literally screaming for sex."

Frank looked at him carefully. "Do you really want him that badly?"

Charles didn’t even hesitate. "Yes," he admitted softly. "I really want him."

Frank stared at him for a second before slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "Damn," he muttered. "You’re really gone for him."

"Don’t look at me like that," Charles murmured. "You know I love sex, and I haven’t done anything in a while because of him. This is actual suffering."

Then he sighed heavily before dragging a hand through his hair again. "That’s literally the worst side of me. No matter how calm or good I try to act, eventually I need it. I have to... And now this man is making me wait and take things slow like I’m some innocent virgin trying to survive temptation."

Inside the room, Charles kept venting, completely unaware of the shadow looming in the hallway.

Outside the door, Mark stood perfectly still in the quiet hallway. He had originally come to find Charles, but the moment he heard his name from inside the room, the raw and completely unfiltered conversation made him stop in his tracks.

And unfortunately for him...

He ended up hearing everything.

Every single word.

At that exact moment, Adrian was walking back toward the guest room too.

But the moment he reached the hallway and spotted Mark standing outside the door, his eyes widened immediately.

Before Adrian could even say anything or call his name, Mark immediately turned toward him and silently pressed a finger against his lips, stopping him from speaking and warning him not to say anything.

Mark quickly walked toward Adrian before speaking in a low voice. "Please, don’t tell him I was here. I am begging you, Adrian, please don’t mention it to him."

Adrian blinked, completely caught off guard by the intense look in Mark’s eyes. He nodded slowly. "Okay..."

As soon as Adrian gave him his word, Mark didn’t waste another second. He immediately turned around, left the hallway, and headed back to his room.

Adrian stood there for a moment, confused.

What could he have possibly heard? He thought, a million questions running through his head.

Eager to find out what was going on, Adrian quickly walked toward the guest room and pushed the door open.

The moment he stepped inside, he saw Frank and Charles laughing together while talking about something.

He looked between both of them curiously. "What are you guys talking about?"

Frank immediately burst into laughter.

"Ask your best friend," he said. "He was talking about how once we get back home, he’s planning to go and fuck Daniel one last time while imagining it’s Mark."

"FRANK!" Charles shouted in horror.

But Frank ignored him completely.

"He said it’s going to be his final goodbye to his hoe life because apparently this man is suffering from a lack of sex."

Adrian’s eyes widened instantly.

Then he slowly turned toward Charles in disbelief.

"Charles, what is wrong with you?" Adrian practically choked out, his voice cracking with anxiety. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you even say something like that?"

Charles frowned, totally caught off guard by Adrian’s intense reaction.

"What is wrong with you? I should be asking you that. Why do you look like you’re about to cry right now? It was just a joke, God."

Adrian stood frozen near the door, completely speechless. His chest tightened with panic as he stared at Charles.

God.

He desperately wanted to tell him that Mark had been standing right outside the door listening to every single word.

But he had already given Mark his word.

And now he was trapped.

Meanwhile, Charles misunderstood Adrian’s expression completely.

"I was literally joking," he said quickly. "I didn’t mean any of that seriously."

Frank nodded immediately. "I know you were joking," he said between laughs. "There’s no way you’d do something like that."

Charles instantly pointed at him.

"Exactly," he said. "Yes, I crave sex, but I’m not going to sleep with someone else while chasing after Mark. I was just saying nonsense to be funny."

Adrian couldn’t take it anymore. The secret was suffocating him, and the image of Mark’s devastated face in the hallway made him snap. "This type of thing is not funny!" he shouted, his voice shaking. "It’s not funny at all!"

Both Frank and Charles immediately looked at him in surprise.

The room went completely quiet. Charles’s smile faded instantly. He stood up from the bed and walked slowly toward Adrian, looking at him with deep concern.

"Adrian, you sound completely serious," Charles said, searching his friend’s eyes. "What happened?"

If you were in Adrian’s position, would you tell Charles the truth?